'Iudas, go þou on þe roc, heie upon þe ston,
Lei þin heued i my barm, slep þou þe anon.'
Sone so Iudas of slepe was awake,
Þritti platen of seluer from hym weren itake. 15
He drou hymselve bi þe top, þat al it lauede a blode;
Þe Iewes out of Iurselem awenden he were wode.
Foret hym com þe riche Ieu þat heiste Pilatus:
'Wolte sulle þi Louerd, þat hette Iesus?'
'I nul sulle my Louerd for nones cunnes eiste, 20
Bote hit be for þe þritti platen þat He me bitaiste.'